(Author's Note: Sorry for the delay in getting this posted! It's been taking me a while lately to get back into the swing of things with writing. I didn't really know what category to put this in, so I put BDSM in just because of the Total Power Exchange between the two of them. I want to thank all of whom who have written with words of praise and support while I go through this troubling time in my life. All comments and e-mails are welcome. As with all of my stories, all characters are 18 years of age or older.)
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Smiling softly in victory, Mikhail carefully helps Angelique out of the back of the limo. "You made a wise choice, Pet. Perhaps I won't have to use the Hot Box tonight after all." He says with an almost sadistic smirk as he intertwines his arm with hers and begins to enter the building. Entering a large elevator, Angelique speaks softly as it begins to rise.
"What is this place?" She inquires softly, looking up at him timidly.
With a smirk, Mikhail leans in close to her ear as his hand tenderly finds the small of her back. "One of the best restaurants in the world... Just remember what I said about behaving, Little One..."
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Quietly the large elevator doors open to reveal the Inside the building was much more opulent and lavish than the outside. Dark polished wood floors shines from the overhead lights. A large fountain emits the sounds of trickling water under the sounds of what sounded like a piano and violin being played from some other area of the restaurant. From behind a large counter, a regal looking woman stands smiling politely at the two of them as they entered the magnificent lobby.
"Mr. Borodin..." She says in a distinct, cosmopolitan tone as she holds out her hand. "It's a pleasure to see you back again at our establishment."
Warmly Mikhail reached out, shaking her hand politely as he nodded his head. "Thank you for the warm welcome Mrs. Delacroix. I'd love it if I could have my personal table tonight for me and my guest." He says, smirking over at Angelique. It takes all she has inside of her to politely smile back at him.
The lady merely nods and smiles politely. "Yes Sir, right this way." She says, motioning towards the open hall that leads into the dining room. Tables fill the large dining room, filled with people eating and drinking to their satisfaction. Without a word, they walk along the widened walkway between the tables, passing the large center stage as the musical group plays the soft and beautiful music. The whole look of the restaurant gives off the effect of affluence at a glance, seeing all of the beautiful décor and fine white table cloths. Being led by Mikhail's hand, Angelique's eyes look around, basking in the sheer opulence of it all until they come to their seat.
Sitting against the wall is a large half circle booth. A small vase filled with red and white orchids sits centered atop the table with burning candles, all being quickly arranged for Mikhail's arrival well before he arrived. Hastily a man places a second menu on the table before scurrying away back to the front. No one had known nor expected him to be bringing someone with him, let alone a woman.
"Enjoy your meal, Sir." The hostess says as she turns to walk back to the front of the restaurant. With a soft sigh resembling fatigue, Mikhail slowly slides into the booth as he places his phone on the table beside him. A smile comes across his face at the sight of Angelique standing at the table, unsure of whether to sit with him or not. Welcomingly his hand pats the leather booth bench as he looks up at her. "Remember our little talk about behavior, Little One?"
Taking a frustrated sigh, Angelique nods her head. Just the sound of being locked up in that trunk with the summer heat makes her stomach turn over in dread. Carefully she slides into the booth beside Mikhail to his right. It's one of the last places she wants to be, yet the only thing keeping her from causing a scene is the idea of her family being tortured and broken apart by him. The idea of her and her sister, locked and chained to a bed in some rundown building in a third world country where AIDs and other diseases rampant was almost too much for Angelique to bare.
"I knew you were a smart girl..." He says softly with a hint of affection as he flips open the menu on the table.
Eyeing the glass of ice water sitting in front of her, Angelique quickly picks it up. Her throat dry and feeling nauseous, she quietly gulps the water down in a single sip. The eager thirstiness doesn't go unnoticed by Mikhail, who merely smiles at the sight. Slowly he extends his hand under the table to her bare thigh, gently rubbing it. "Someone is thirsty." Mikhail says amused.
Angelique's eyes freeze at the feeling of his strong hand holding on firmly to her thighs. As his finger tips gently rub her soft flesh, she looks over at him slightly worried. "What are you doing?"
Smirking softly at her question, Mikhail returns his attention back to the menu as he keeps his rubbing hand firmly on her thigh. "I'm doing whatever I want to do with my little Pet I bought." He says softly in a lazy tone, as if this is nothing to him. "I think you're going to be having a Caesar Pasta Salad with Salmon. White wine if you behave yourself."
"Please stop." She says politely as she places her hand on his wrist, careful not to seem forceful or demanding.
Mikhail laughs softly at her request, never leaving his hand away from her thigh. "You just don't understand, do you? I saved your life. I own you. You belong to me. Yes, you were kidnapped or whatever, but without me, you would have already died. Those other bidders, they would have kept you around for a few days, fucked you and beaten you to a bloody pulp before they kill you or sell you off like scrap metal to some pimp who'd make a lot of money with you drugged up in a whore house. You should be kissing the fucking ground I walk on for what I did for you. Any of those other girls would have killed to be in your position, and instead you fucking sit there and test my patience with you."
